Life at the Top

Kimbra smiled disdainfully at how the protests had quieted at the mere mention of the Rothschilds. Then he turned to look at
Elder Sahar.
The man had been quiet even when everyone demanded that he step down.
“Any thoughts, Elder Sahar?”
Sahar glared at Kimbra. “I have nothing to say. Everyone agreed to give you ten days, so ten days you’ll have. I’d like to see just
what you can do. Do not disappoint me.”
Then, Elder Sahar turned and left.
Kimbra glared at Sahar from behind. He wanted nothing more than to kill this old man, for he was the one who kickstarted the
protests.
Everyone else filed out of the room as well, leaving Kimbra and the few terrified maids who waited on him.
It was no secret that Kimbra was violent. Whenever he was angry, he would always take it out on his maids. The last time
someone infuriated him, four maids paid the price with their lives. No one knew what happened to their bodies afterward.
Qari was no stranger to war and death occurred more often than one could imagine. Someone healthy and alive could end up
dead the next second.
Fortunately, to the maids’ surprise, Kimbra left them alone. He grabbed his phone and dismissed them all, though his eyes were
murderous as he watched them leave.
“One of them has to be a spy, or they wouldn’t have reacted so quickly. It’s only been a few days since I’ve lost contact with Miss
Jagoan, and they’ve already caught wind of it. I’ll have to clean out the rats once this is over,” Kimbra muttered to himself.
After a few rings, the call connected.
Kimbra was relieved to know that he had not been abandoned. He was about to say something, only to hear a beep signaling the
end of the call.
His smile froze.

If the call had gone straight to voicemail, Kimbra could still delude himself into thinking that he had called at the wrong time.
However, ending the call after picking it up meant something completely different.
Kimbra felt anxious. He paced around the room, muttering to himself.
Why... Why won’t she pick up my call?
Have they abandoned me?
No, that can’t be... Miss Jagoan put too much effort into making me the head of the Kurts! She’s invested too much to abandon
me now.
Unless... Something’s happened to her?
Kimbra was frantic.
Despite claiming that he had the Rothschilds’ support, Kimbra had only ever been in contact with Jagoan, he had never met or
spoken to any other Rothschild.
This meant that evidence of their partnership was strictly his word against hers. If Jagoan denied their partnership, Kimbra had
no way to prove it existed.
“F*ck! F*ck!”
Suddenly, one of his maids ran toward him.
Kimbra narrowed his eyes. “I thought I made it clear I wasn’t to be disturbed.”
His voice was laced with murderous intent and he was itching to take his panic out on someone.
“S-Sir... We received an urgent letter from the... the S-Somer Embassy,” The maid replied, her voice trembling with fear.
“An urgent letter from the Somer Embassy?” Kimbra was confused.
“Why? We have no business with Somerland.”
He took the letter and read through it, only to rip it to shreds and toss it in the air once he was done.

Kimbra roared, “How dare they! How dare you, Somerland!”